Fuck Yeah Sex Fantasy! , Bobcat - Freshman year. That was the start of our friendship. We’re now starting our final year. You have a girlfriend, and if anyone asks me you’re like a brother to me. But we both know there is more to it. You knew from the beginning, and I did to. I just chose to deny it. I love our late night meetings at the park halfway between our houses. I love the way we roll onto the dew covered grass. I love the way you smile when we pull away. I love the way you whisper my name as you caress my neck with your soft lips. I love to push you up against the side of the car. But I want more. It’s only ever been kissing, I don't just want more. I need more. I need to lay there with you, wet grass cooling off our heated skin. You know me better than anyone else, you know what makes me tick. You’d know just how to touch, stroke, manipulate me to bend to your desires. I wouldn't be able to control myself knowing that we were breaking every rule in the book. You always said you liked how aggressive I was. I’d claw at your shirt, impatiently. It wouldn't be enough to fulfill me. I was done teasing. My fingers tracing along your sides, you’d bite your lip and shiver like always. But this time they’d make their way to your waistband, and then below it.You’d be rock hard between my fingers as I kissed my way down the same trail. My lips would meet you followed by my tongue and my throat. Working my way down and back up licking, sucking, stroking. You’d share the feeling of impatience and grasp the back of my head forcing me down farther. I’d comply, wanting only to please you. You’d take me by the chin and raise me up, kissing me pretending that you couldn't taste yourself on my lips. Our remaining clothes would be quickly shed. The tip of you rubbing, teasing, like I had so many times before. My heart would race, and hips would grind to meet you hoping that finally you’d enter. You smirk, knowing what I want but you hold back. You make me beg for it between moans of need, of desire. Finally when I think that you’ll make me wait forever there is a sharp, pleasurable pain. I gasp and dig my nails into your back. My hips instinctually move to meet yours over and over again. Faster and faster. I’m gasping, unable to control it anymore. My fingers dig into the dirt as I reach my climax and you’re right there with me. That smirk is gone, only the face of pure, long awaited pleasure. We finish together. You’d crack a joke, and give me that ‘told you so’ smile. I’d counteract it with a kiss, fingers running through your hair. “Not bad Bobcat. Why did we wait so long for this?” You’d ask. My answer would simply be my lips against yours, my fingers running up your inner thighs. You’d know it wouldn't be the last.